Chapter 13: The Elves 1
(3rd POV)
Blue mountains, a vast mountain area which separates the northern kingdoms from foreign nations of the far east.
After the great cleansing, elves inhabited these mountains, they called themselves free elves! leaded by the prideful elf named Filavandrel.
Somewhere in deep into this The Blue Mountains, Filavandrel was on a trail for finding the missing elves.
To be specific young Elven girls!
It wasn't his first time on the trail; It has been years since such incidents started happening frequently. But every time, Filavandrel reach dead end!
But this time the lead was promising!
And Filavandrel, who was observing the old castle, started remembering the talk he had with Ida Emean, an elven sorcerer.
"I notice a large scale disturbance in the chaos, barely, just several ten kilometers from the camps, Filavandrel," Ida Emean said.
"Barely?" Filavandrel asked.
"Someone masked it with illusion," Ida Emean said.
"So someone lives there, and maybe a sorcerer," Filavandrel said.
"Not just any sorcerer… to maintain such a powerful illusion, the sorcerer must be a powerful one, or there are many mages acting together!" Ida Emean added. "And it was also near the place where the last girl went missing!"
"I will survey the area," Filavandrel clenched his fists.
"It will be dangerous Filavandrel, we can ask Eternal one's help," Ida Emean said.
Filavandrel shook his head, and said with determination, "it will be difficult to find Eternal One during this season, and if the girl is there, time is of essence."
"Be careful out there Filavadrel, we cannot lose you," Ida Emean said.
As Filavandrel was lost in his thoughts, a sudden voice startled him.
"Need help Filavandrel?" Viz, who was lying on the tree branch, and eating an apple, said to Filavandrel, who was below, hiding in the bush.
Before coming to find Filavandrel, he visited Ban Ard and had the silver sword repaired, which costed him all the money he blackmai…..*Ahem* rewarded from Prince Amavet for the hunt!
"state your identity, Human!?" Filavandrel got startled but when he saw the witcher's attire, and the same wolf medallion Viz has as his friend Vesemir, he calmed, nevertheless he was wary of Viz.
Viz jumped down the branch and raised his hands as he said, "Don't be suspicious of me, Filavandrel. I am a witcher from the school of wolf."
Viz showed a signature smile, "I just want to be you friend."
"I don't make friends with humans, witcher!" Filavandrel said coldly.
"But Vesemir is your friend, though." I argued back.
Filavandrel stared at Viz and said, "he is an exception!"
"Got it! Any way need help?" Viz said as he gazed in-front.
The castle was enormous, but it looked old. However, it's patrolled by many dark hooded men, humans, they looked like cultist!
"It will be hard for you to sneak in?" Viz said.
"I don't trust you, human." Filavandrel said.
Viz got startled, but when he thought elves were betrayed by humans, it felt normal.
Viz then started walking forward as he said, "watch me, I'll make you trust me!"
Filavandrel just watched Viz getting near the castle. He was ready to run away if he find something wrong.
Viz, who reached near the castle, pulled his iron sword, as he said, "You little pussys, I challenge you to for a duel! Come, fight me!"
"weak little shits, don't you dare to come out of your coped little castle?!" Viz spit on the ground!
Angry faces started coming out of the place rapidly.
"Who the hell are you?!" a cultist asked me as veins bulged on his bald head, and streams fumed from his ears.
Viz feigned a surprise as he said, "Wow, I never thought Yrrhedes believers were this daring!"
"Blasphemous! Heretic! you dare to call our god by his name!?" the leading bald cultist was angered.
"what is he, a bit shot or something… now listen while I am cleaning my ears! Yrrhedes is a forgotten old worm, who I can crush with my little finger!" Viz arrogantly said.
"Now…. Come, let's dance!"
"Heretic, how dare you!" Bald Cultist turned his head and said to other cultists, "Brothers, let's pour the divine punishment on him!"
As soon as the bald cultist finished his saying, all the other cultist present here raised their hands and started chanting.
"You think I'll let you?" Viz said as he dashed towards the bald cultist and kicked his waist.
BAM!
The bald head cultist was thrown away. When he touched the ground, he whirled, before coming to a stop, and was dizzy. And soon the pain from his waist caused the bald cultists to frown as he found it difficult to stand!
when he came to his sense, he saw his brothers getting slashed by the heretic as they fell down!
The Heretic was fast, fast enough to dodge the fire balls and thunder bolts shot at him.
"Impossible!" the Bald Cultist shouted, as he scratched his face with his fingers, dragging the dermal layer along with it, leaving dark markings with many bleeding points.
"Impossible!"
Their beloved god empowered his brothers. In disbelief, he scratched his face once more, only to make the bleeding points substantial!
And seeing the last brother fell, his eyes turned red, then suddenly he felt, something was broken inside.
"HAHAHAHAHAH…..!!!", The bald cultist laughed, "Oh lord, is this the test you bestowed upon us!"
"With your guidance, I shall fret no more! I will be the triumphant!" the bald cultist said, as he took some a small prism shaped artifact and crushed it.
BOOM!
There was a blast of darkness busting outwards as it engulfed the Balad cultist.
His body grew in size, as his muscles bulged to the limits, and his vessels shined in red, as if someone torched his blood!
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The Balad Cultist was in pain, but it was the pain that made him feel pleasure!
Viz, who noticed this, murmured, "a masochist?"
The transformations ended, and the bald priest reached a height of 4 meters, a bulging muscular figure with red radiance lining the blood vessels all over his body!
"HERETIC!!!" the monstrous bald priest roared, before he vanished from his place.
"Bad!" Viz said.
The bald cultist, despite his huge size he was fast. He appeared in front of Viz as he punched towards Viz's stomach.
BAM!!
*Cough*
Fluid spurted out of Viz mouth, his figure arched as he flew backwards and finally crashing into a cart filled with stones
BOOM!
"HERETIC!!!" The bald cultist didn't give Viz time. He pulled Viz's leg before throwing him to the castle wall.
BOOM!!
The impact was powerful enough to break the hard wall as Viz smashed into it, creating a mass of dust!
"HERETIC!!" The bald priest trailed Viz. Soon he caught a leg and started smashing inside the castle, using the figure in his hand as a baseball bat!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!…
Sometimes it was tables that got smashed, other times it was walls and most times it was the floor!
"HERITIC!!" the bald cultist stopped as he noticed only the remaining blood soaked, broken leg in his hand! He showed an evil victorious grin as he roared up, "HERETIC!"
Only to come to a stop as he heard a leisure voice.
"How about a round two?" Viz, who was standing fine with his both legs on the second floor's wooden rail, said.
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